Broke Boy
Yea
You should ask bout roy ry shit
Yea
Aye
Yea
Broke boy broke boy just a broke Boy
Broke boy broke boy
Just a broke boy
Aye
Yea yea
Aye
I was just a broke boy
Learning all these trades
Only mission to get paid
I was just a broke boy
Catching all these ls
But I knew I would prevail
I was just a broke boy
Chasin all these dreams
If you relate know what I mean
I was just a broke boy
Broke boy broke boy
Just a broke boy
Broke boy broke boy yea
Now I leveled up
Got the paper got the funds
Now the bitches want me
Now I don't want none
All I want is money for the leisure
So we can act out
They know we only smokin the Good we bring the pack out
When we smokin the ganja you know we tack out
Got that marijuana
They bring the cash out
Ok
Goin get it
Yea we goin get it
We get more digits
Mo digits
When you get the money then the Hoes wit it
Don't be nauseous but be cautious
Don't catch those feelings when you Coming near my fortress
Aw shit I got her runnin like a faucet
Aw shit I didn't want her now I'm off it
Now I hope they know we gettin Paper up
My life is so good I can't make it up
If we got the problems we should Make it up
Im always losin money when I'm cakin up yea
I was just a broke boy
Learning all these trades
Only mission to get paid
I was just a broke boy
Catching all these ls
But I knew I would prevail
I was just a broke boy
Chasin all these dreams
If you relate know what I mean
I was just a broke boy
Broke boy broke boy
Just a broke boy
Broke boy broke boy yea
You should ask bout roy ry shit
Yea
Aye
Yea
Broke boy broke boy just a broke Boy
Broke boy broke boy
Just a broke boy
Aye
Yea yea
Aye
I was just a broke boy
Learning all these trades
Only mission to get paid
I was just a broke boy
Catching all these ls
But I knew I would prevail
I was just a broke boy
Chasin all these dreams
If you relate know what I mean
I was just a broke boy
Broke boy broke boy
Just a broke boy
Broke boy broke boy yea
Now I leveled up
Got the paper got the funds
Now the bitches want me
Now I don't want none
All I want is money for the leisure
So we can act out
They know we only smokin the Good we bring the pack out
When we smokin the ganja you know we tack out
Got that marijuana
They bring the cash out
Ok
Goin get it
Yea we goin get it
We get more digits
Mo digits
When you get the money then the Hoes wit it
Don't be nauseous but be cautious
Don't catch those feelings when you Coming near my fortress
Aw shit I got her runnin like a faucet
Aw shit I didn't want her now I'm off it
Now I hope they know we gettin Paper up
My life is so good I can't make it up
If we got the problems we should Make it up
Im always losin money when I'm cakin up yea
I was just a broke boy
Learning all these trades
Only mission to get paid
I was just a broke boy
Catching all these ls
But I knew I would prevail
I was just a broke boy
Chasin all these dreams
If you relate know what I mean
I was just a broke boy
Broke boy broke boy
Just a broke boy
Broke boy broke boy yea
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Writer(s): Royal Riley
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